It was a dark, desolate night. The icy wind rustled the leaves of the trees. I wondered down the pathway to her house. It was a short cut, created by me when I was a child. Sneaking off in the middle of the night sometimes I would sit for hours with her beneath the tall oak tree.
Tonight there was no meeting, not that she knew of anyway. It was a surprise. I wasn't supposed to be back yet, but she didn't know because she hadn't written me for a while. College had hindered those coffee-shop meetings.
There it was, magnifiscient and beautiful, as was she. Her room was on the right side of the second floor. I used to climb up to her window and sit with her. I had missed her so; with her long dark hair and pale skin. She was slender and soft. I longed for her rose-colored lips to touch mine.
Her light was on. Strange. She had mentioned she had been recieving letters from some one she did not know. I would kill them if they touched her.
I began to climb the vine wall up to her room. There she was. And so was he...He was lying on her, carassing her beautiful pale body with his lips. Animosity and hatred swelled inside me. I beat against the glass, petrifying them both.
I opened her window as they stared, dismay lining the wrinkles on their foreheads. "Its the man from the letter..." she whispered.
As I slid through they stretched out for their clothing scattered about the floor. I punched him hard with the back of my revolver, splattering blood across his face.
"I thought you loved me?!" I screamed. "I came to surprise you! Who is this?!" I pointed angrily at the puzzled man. He had long black hair and smudged eteliner. Blood dripped from his nose like a leaky faucet.
"What do you wa-" I cut short his confusion with a gunshot. He screamed in anguish. He slumpt to the floor, his hand reaching out to her's.
"Oh my gosh! No!" She started sobbing tramatically. "I will kill your love the way you have killed mine," I whispered to him as he lay silent. I put the gun in my pocket and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up to me.
"I love you, how could you Sarah?" I wrapped my fingers around her small, fragile neck.At first she struggled with all her might. Her mascara was running down her face; tears flooded her eyes.
As her body began to give way to soul she calmly, softly spoke, "Who are you? I don't even know you're name..." With her last breath her voice faded into the screams of my own hysteria.
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